Wind in Trees by Water

Cherry

By onemorething

Mon, 06 Jul 2020
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The wind gives a voice to the trees,

the sap of poems rushes, pushes

the length of branches to be heard 

even in the green reaches of their crowns.

 

You are told of flux and motion,

the many tongues of birds,

the gifts of songs of sunlit synthesis

and of now - how the past and future

dissolve and mingle in the murk 

of bright water that flows away

from you in this moment. 
 

And beneath your feet you sense

how the earth drones with the industry 

of wasp and ant, beetle and mouse:

a dark magic shared with the dead,

quakes with life and death 

so that history hums into membranes

and bones, the machinery of hard shells.

 

Bloodlines of roots stretch sinuous

through it all, seeing everything,

embracing nothing, you are insignificant

in the wake of it, your concerns

are rendered trivial in the light of this - 

you are not bad or broken,

you are not judged to be anything

other than a part of it, you simply are,

it breathes these words into you

and you may rest here

in the boughs of this peace awhile.

 

Image is my own. Painting on twitter is from here: 

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Louise_van_Panhuys,_Commewijnerivier_met_berstonboom_(borsten_tree),_1812.jpg

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Have only read this once but know I will come back lots of times!

Agree utterly with it all, this bit is what hit me most :

"you are not judged to be anything

other than a part of it,"

I love this about Nature, too. No matter how rubbish I am I can still be a tree one day :0)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Di. Am so glad that it resonated with you too. Sometimes my walks border on silly. I walked for five hours yesterday and only really turned back due to the time, but it was VERY windy which despite the fact that when I got home I looked like I'd fought a hedge, is my favourite sort of walk because the trees are so loud that they are shouting and it's impossible to hear another thing except their noise and the absence of everything else makes me feel calm and liberated. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Some wonderful lines in this one - I think its message will echo with lots of us. I'll also be coming back to reread this again - thank you onemore

 

Submitted by onemorething on

That's so good to know. I'm glad that others feel the same way on walks. Thanks insert. :)

 

Submitted by littleditty on

I'm in a meeting at the mo  - so can't stay for the peace in the boughs which would be nice indeed, I will read again later, when I read last night I put a nice comment here...it vanished, but ended with, I enjoyed your History month - laters.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah well, the boughs are always there waiting for you. Thank you for reading and your disappearing comment as well as this one. Sorry about the meeting too, hope you found some peace by the river afterwards. Rachel x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I don't think this is cheesy at all. I went for a walk up on the ridge way and can completely understand how inspired you would be, it really shows in this beautiful poem. The gentle movement comes across of being part of the peace of nature, where the only thing that matters is the happiness you're recieving from this walk.

Very much enjoyed your poem Rachel.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh, thank you Jenny. So glad all that came across and that you enjoyed it. Thanks for taking the time to read it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like this even more today, it does describe exactly how I feel in our woods! It is WONDERFUL!!!

It is the sort of one where everey time another bit stands out today - "Sap of poems" :0)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Di, how lovely that you came back to read it again. It's very nice to know that others experience this too. I'm glad I wrote it and posted it now. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

So am I. I think it will be good to read on days when I can't go to the woods. I wish the bookmark bit worked for favourite poems